#Women-Owned Real Estate Firms

[leilanibradford]

Women-Owned Real Estate Firms: What Sets Them Apart?

The real estate industry has always been a competitive space, but women-owned firms are proving that success is about more than just closing deals. Having worked closely with women-led businesses, I’ve seen firsthand how their approach to leadership, client service, and innovation creates a lasting impact. These firms don’t just operate within the market—they shape it by prioritizing relationships, embracing technology, and fostering inclusive work environments. Their influence extends beyond profit margins, contributing to community development and a stronger, more diverse industry. Here’s what sets them apart and why their leadership style is making waves.

Prioritizing Strong Client Relationships

Real estate isn’t just about properties—it’s about people. That’s something women-led firms understand better than most. The most successful women-owned real estate businesses prioritize client relationships, focusing on long-term trust rather than quick transactions. Many of these firms go beyond the typical agent-client dynamic by taking the time to educate buyers and sellers, ensuring they feel empowered in their decisions.

I’ve seen women-led teams invest extra effort in understanding not just the financial goals of their clients, but their personal motivations as well. Whether it’s helping first-time homebuyers navigate the process or advising investors on market trends, their approach often feels more like a partnership than a business deal. This dedication builds a strong referral network and keeps clients coming back, knowing they’re more than just another transaction.

Leading With an Inclusive and Collaborative Culture

Strong leadership is the backbone of any successful firm, and women-owned businesses often take a different approach. Rather than top-down management, many adopt a collaborative leadership style that encourages input from every team member. This isn’t just good for morale—it drives innovation and better decision-making.

I’ve worked with women-led firms that prioritize mentorship and internal growth, creating opportunities for agents to develop their skills and move into leadership roles. When employees feel valued and supported, they’re more motivated to deliver outstanding service. It’s no surprise that these firms often see lower turnover rates and higher job satisfaction compared to more traditional real estate offices.

Staying Ahead With Innovation and Technology

Adapting to new technology is critical in real estate, and women-owned firms tend to be early adopters. I’ve seen them leverage everything from virtual staging to AI-driven market analysis to stay competitive. While some firms resist change, the most successful women-led businesses recognize that technology isn’t a threat—it’s a tool to enhance efficiency and improve client experiences.

During economic downturns or market fluctuations, adaptability becomes even more important. Women-led firms have been particularly quick to implement digital marketing strategies, virtual tours, and CRM software to streamline operations. In a fast-moving industry, those who embrace innovation set themselves apart.

Accessing Unique Funding and Business Growth Opportunities

One advantage that women-owned real estate firms can leverage is access to specialized funding programs. Many government and private-sector initiatives offer grants, business loans, and networking opportunities to women entrepreneurs. Taking advantage of these resources can provide firms with the capital needed for expansion, hiring, or investing in new technology.

I’ve seen women-led firms use these funding opportunities strategically, securing commercial contracts and large-scale developments that might otherwise have been out of reach. Many major corporations and government agencies prioritize partnerships with certified women-owned businesses, opening doors that wouldn’t be available in a traditional brokerage setting. Those who actively seek out these resources gain a competitive edge in the market.

Strengthening Community Ties and Social Impact

One of the most defining traits of women-owned real estate firms is their deep commitment to the communities they serve. It’s common to see these businesses involved in local initiatives, whether through housing assistance programs, first-time homebuyer education, or charitable giving.

I’ve seen firsthand how this community-driven approach strengthens a firm’s reputation. When a business is actively involved in local events and advocacy, it builds trust with clients and sets itself apart from competitors focused solely on sales. Many women-led firms also prioritize working with small businesses, contractors, and service providers within their communities, creating a network that benefits everyone involved.

Driving Diversity and Inclusion in Real Estate

Diversity isn’t just a buzzword—it’s a business advantage. Women-owned real estate firms often take the lead in building inclusive teams, recognizing that different perspectives lead to better decision-making. This isn’t just about hiring practices; it extends to the way they market properties, engage with clients, and structure their leadership teams.

I’ve worked with firms that go beyond just talking about diversity—they actively create mentorship programs for women and underrepresented groups in real estate. By fostering an environment where more voices are heard, they’re contributing to a more balanced industry. This kind of leadership benefits employees and reflects the diverse clientele they serve.

Building a Brand That Stands Out

Branding plays a huge role in real estate success, and women-owned firms know how to differentiate themselves. Many emphasize their status as a woman-led business, attracting clients and partners who support diversity and inclusion. This distinction can also be a major advantage when bidding for corporate or government contracts, where supplier diversity programs favor women- and minority-owned businesses.

I’ve seen firms leverage their branding effectively by telling authentic stories—highlighting not just their real estate expertise but also their mission, values, and community impact. Clients today want to work with businesses that stand for something, and women-led firms are particularly skilled at aligning their brand with those expectations.

Key Factors That Set Women-Owned Real Estate Firms Apart

Prioritizing strong client relationships built on trust and education

Leading with an inclusive, team-oriented management style

Adopting cutting-edge technology to stay competitive

Leveraging grants and funding opportunities for business growth

Engaging in community initiatives and housing advocacy

Promoting diversity and mentorship within the industry

Establishing a distinctive brand that attracts loyal clients

In Conclusion

Women-owned real estate firms are redefining success by focusing on relationships, leadership, and innovation. Their impact extends beyond business profits—they’re shaping communities, creating career opportunities, and advancing the industry as a whole. Those who recognize and embrace these strengths will continue to set themselves apart in an increasingly competitive market.

[astraystayyh]

Israel doesn't want to repopulate Gaza, you loveable dummy

Seriously, find one Israeli on this site who'll say otherwise. And no, quoting Ben Gvir doesn't count (assuming you even know who that is) anymore than quoting, say, Rudy Giuliani would count for anything, even though he supposedly spoke for the president of the USA for a time.

Hamas has 136 hostages. Including women, and actual literal babies, assuming they're still alive, that is. This could all have ended weeks ago if they'd fucking returned them. Israeli society would physically march on Benjamin Netanyahu's home and remove him in a coup if the hostages were returned tonight. But as long as they have Israeli people, and are unwilling to negotiate their return, that's an ongoing war crime. Is Israel evil for being a bull in a China shop trying to get back a "mere" 136 innocent civilians? Maybe. But Hamas started this and they can end it, they just don't want to. Please, justify that.

Hello, since you asked for one Israeli, here, I'll give you multiple statements:

Hundreds of activists at an Ashdod gathering in late November called for the reestablishing of Jewish settlements. “Let it be known that you support the appeal to renew Jewish settlement throughout all of the Gaza Strip. The nation is waiting for you”— Yossi Dagan, head of the Samaria Regional Council.

Israel “should fully occupy the Gaza Strip”— Heritage Minister Amichai Eliyahu, of the far-right Otzma Yehudit party.

An Israeli real estate firm pushes to build settlements for Israelis in Gaza. “Wake up, a beach house is not a dream” reads the ad.

Israeli Knesset member Limor Son Har Melech posted a video of herself in a boat with other settlers off the coast of Gaza. “Settlement in every part of the Gaza Strip … A large, extensive settlement without fear, without hesitation, without humiliation. This land is the land that the creator of the world gave to us.”

Israeli Settler, Daniella Weiss says Palestinians who live in Gaza, have no right to stay in Gaza.

An Israeli soldier saying that Israelis should start “investing” in Khan Younis.

Also why would the words of Ben Gvir not count? He is an elected minister, his words hold weight and they expose Israel’s clear intent to make Gaza inhabitable for Palestinians so that Israelis could settle in there— by destroying the infrastructures, making the health system collapse entirely, bombing entire residential neighborhood, Israel is trying to ensure that Palestinians wouldn't be able to return back to their land, because there is nothing livable left there.

And I'm glad you bring up all of this ending if the hostages were returned— Hamas tried to strike up a deal for the return of ALL the hostages, in exchange of the release of all Palestinian prisoners. Israel refused. You know why? Because this has never been about hostages and their safety for Israel.

There is a reason why Israel shot its own hostages when it mistook them for Palestinian civilians, waving a white cloth. There is a reason why the IDF called to shoot indiscriminately on Oct. 7, knowing that it could kill some of the hostages too. Because Israel wants to kill Palestinians, to "thin out its population" (or maybe we shouldn't take into account the says and actions of Netanyahu too ://). This is why it targets schools and mosques and hospitals and ambulances and refugee camps. Israel knows that if it does get all its hostages back, then there would be nothing to “justify” its genocide in Gaza (although, as UN Secretary-General said : "Nothing can justify the collective punishment of the Palestinian people. The humanitarian situation in Gaza is beyond words")

Israel is the only reason why the hostages aren't fred yet. THEY are unwilling to negotiate the return because they don't want to stop this genocide. What good is a five days ceasefire only for the bombings to return? Do you even realize how psychologically traumatizing it is to have a countdown of when your massacre would resume? The only acceptable deal is for Israel to establish a permanent ceasefire, something that it refuses to do. The only one to blame is Israel.

And you say Israelis would instigate a coup to oust Netanyahu, that's nice, then what? Will you return the land to its rightful people? Will you give back Palestinians their rights unequivocally? Will you call for the dismantlement of Israel that was built on massacres? The reason why Israelis are angry at Netanyahu is rooted in the unresolved hostage situation. Just because you don't support Netanyahu doesn't mean that you aren't a zionist who finds the murder of more than twenty thousands Palestinians justifiable. A young girl had her leg amputated with no anesthesia on the kitchen counter of her home and you talk about “Israel being a bull in a China shop”? You consider the targeted attacks on civilians as careless actions by Israel? It actually astonishes me how inhumane some of you can be.

And here is what Dr. Refaat, who was targeted and murdered by the IDF btw, had to say about this matter:

Whether it's Netanyahu or someone else, it does not matter because Israel as a whole is an occupation, one built on the bloodshed of palestinians.

And it is funny how you choose to distort history whichever way you like it, to regard October 7th as an isolated instance that happened out of the blue. Hamas didn't start anything, Hamas was created in response to the indiscriminate and careless shooting of palestinian civilians in the first Intifada, that was decades ago. October 7th was a resistance to an ongoing colonization, Israel started this when it displaced and murdered palestinians on 1948. None of this would've happened if Israel did not colonize Palestine. It has been 100 days of this ongoing genocide, wake up and stop deluding yourself into a reality where Israel is the victim.

[rafescvntyclubgf]

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Warnings contain spoilers: domestic assault, cheating, swearing, name-calling, gaslighting, threats, and mentions of killing partner, general violence. Every chapter after this, will have Rafe as the focal point.

*blue font is present day

Reader’s POV:

Red wine, Tony’s favorite, Cabernet Sauvignon specifically. Tokara Telos, the first bottle of wine we shared on our very first date. Fitting for our two year anniversary. Slowly swirling the glass you watch the rich red wine cascade down the side. You look at the oven, eyeing the clock, watching a second hour pass. Nine… Dinner was set for seven. Where the hell is he? Maybe he texted me? Maybe he’s in a business meeting gone long or wrong?

Unread to read. Your heart skips a beat as you watch the three dots impatiently; Tony finally acknowledging you, letting you know where the fuck he is and what the hell he’s doing.

Nothingness.

The three dots disappear leaving behind the disappointing chain of messages.

Is he with someone else?

I hate that that’s where my mind goes first, since he’s assured me time and time again he’s faithful and I’m paranoid. It’s hard to give him the benefit of the doubt when there’s so much to doubt. Every excuse just sounds so fabricated with him, corroborated by his goons so I don’t have a leg to stand on.

Then there’s the talk around the country club… It’s just whispers, no real proof, but I swear it’s so goddamn loud. I’m rarely at the Island Club, but when I am, I can see the eyes on us. The cutting watch of women who Tony could possibly be seeing on the side; gossip shared just out of earshot. Everyones’ pity and focus always seems to be directed at me.

It’s embarrassing to feel like everyone knows my drama but me. No one opens their mouths. Ya know why? They’re scared… Scared of him. And I don’t blame ‘em. I’d be scared too.

So here I sit. Getting stood up by my boyfriend while he’s out doing god knows what, with god knows who, because he can. He can do whatever he’d like, break my heart, bruise my ego, because deep down I know there’s nothing I can do… The day I met him was the day I lost myself.

“Vlad,” you call from the kitchen, your voice bouncing off the walls of the lavish estate. “Vlad?”

“Miss?” Tony’s driver comes around the corner with a broad smile, taking in the smells of whatever lingers of the now cold pom de terre. “Smells delicious, Miss. I didn’t know you were a cook.”

“I’m not,” you sigh through a labored laugh. “Just thought I’d make what we had on our first date,” you hum, hearing the drunken slur in your own voice. Vlad cocks an eyebrow, clocking it instantly. “Umm… Dinner was supposed to be at seven,” you sough, gesturing with your glass toward the clock. “Do you know where he-”

“How was lunch with Anna?” He cuts you short, quickly changing the subject, leaving a sour taste in your mouth.

“Where’s Tony,” you return, trying your best to level your wavering tone, dismissing his “pleasantries”.

“The office-”

“What office exactly?” You snip, knowing it’s the Law Firm or The Country Club. Vlad’s gaze casts to the floor. He shuffles his Italian leather boot anxiously, not as good with his “excuses” as the other men on Tony’s payroll. It’s a wordless answer nonetheless - The Country Club. “Can you take me there? I want to make sure he has some dinner. I’m assuming he’s been there all day. The meeting just went long?” You ramble, without a verbal answer from him, gathering your things to leave as the older man flounders.

"Miss…” He cautions you, taking his turn with a faltering tone, making matters worse for Tony.

“Is there an issue?” You ask as you lift an eyebrow in his direction.

“Mr. Marietta is in an important meeting. As you know, they’re not usually the safest situations, and he demands your safety. Tony expressed to me that he would be home late. Would you like me to call him and ask when he’ll be coming home?” You roll your eyes, chuckling in disbelief as you stroll past him.

“I am perfectly capable of that,” you breathe as you snag a new bottle of red wine, heading out the door.

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦

The Country Club comes into sight, the gaudy neon sign flickering from a distance. The parking lot is packed, littered with cars; always jam-packed on the weekends. Kooks, Pogues, and tourists alike all brought together for their shared love of pussy.

“Park there,” you guide from the backseat as you spot Tony’s blacked-out Maybach truck parked under the streetlight. Vlad locks eyes with you through the rearview mirror.

“Would you like me to call him before you go inside, Miss?” You shake your head ‘no’ as you look out the window, drawing a deep, nervous breath before pushing out.

What am I walking into?

“Y/n?” Luis, Tony’s bodyguard and bouncer, calls from his seat outside the door. “What are you doin’ here?” He looks in all directions for watchers-on anxiously, the blood drained from his face like he’d just seen a ghost. Only a handful of people even know that Tony owns this shithole. To virtually everyone on the Island he’s just another Kook King. The Marietta to the Marietta and Klaus Law Firm. This is simply a front for something bigger, something Tony can use to wash his dirty drug money; a front. “You just missed Tony,” he lies through his gold-capped teeth.

“He’s here,” you smile as you step toward the door, grabbing the handle. Luis rests his large palm on top, looking down at you blankly. “He’s in a meeting, Miss.”

“And-” You ask as you twist the knob, but Luis doesn’t budge. “Move.”

“No.”

“Get the fuck out of my way,” you snap. Luis’s jaw tightens as he shakes his head ‘no’ standing firm. “You said he wasn’t here. Now he’s here and I can’t go in? That’s my fuckin’ boyfriend,” you hiss.

“I have orders, ma’am.”

“Orders?” You scoff.

“Orders-”

“Pussy,” you spit, turning on your heels, heading back where you came. Plan B. You pick up speed, clipping down the asphalt before he can intervene, following the line of men waiting outside, before slipping through the front door.

Your head hangs low as you walk through the dim, seedy hallway, pushing past patrons sauntering in and out of the gentlemen’s club. The main floor. I’ve never been here… The office is the farthest I’ve gone. You catch a few familiar faces from the Island Club, their eyes doubling in disbelief and shame for seeing you here and being seen themselves. Music blares as you storm toward the back; beautiful women dancing on the stage in nothing but Pleasers for the swarm of men gathered around, flicking and raining ones on the stage.

“Yes,” you gasp as you watch a stripper step out from behind the back-of-house door; catching it before it swings shut. Just a few paces and you’re there. You slide in your key and open the office door without a second thought, ripping off the bandaid.

Nothing… The office is dark, only the light of Tony’s laptop glowing in the empty post. Maybe he is gone. You step toward it, letting your heart rate settle as you circle his desk.

The corner of your lips curl into a trembling smile as you see a framed picture of the two of you on his desk. A post-it note affixed to the top with a reminder for tonight’s date.

Maybe I am paranoid… You pull out his large leather desk chair, taking a seat. Drawing a deep, needed breath, you let your shoulders fall, releasing some of your tension. It doesn’t explain why his truck is still here… Your eyes flash open, returning to the worry at hand landing on a bar napkin. Red lipstick.

Your stomach sinks as you hold the note, your eyes flicking to the laptop screen. Oh my god. Your heart shatters as you watch a blonde bounce on Tony’s lap, his lips locked on hers.

“No…”

“I know,” you sigh as you relax your head back onto the cold brick wall of Kildare County Jail, looking up at the ceiling.

“Did ya kill 'em?” The woman asks in a gruff tone as she crosses her arms over her chest, tits spilling out of her tattered, lace bralette as she snaps her gum. “S'that why you’re in here?”

“Thought about it? But no. That’s not why I’m here.” You open your heavy eyes, taking in your surroundings, contemplating all the choices that landed you here. The worst of it, ever being with him in the first place.

“So, what happened next?”

“Well…”

There’s a brief separation as Tony draws away from their kiss, staring toward the door of the Champagne Room. Luis… He must have figured it out. Tony pushes the stripper off his lap, gathering his clothes as he frantically dresses.

Here we go.

You hear the muffled bang of the first door and the gritting of his key working the lock on the second. You watch as the knob twists, light flooding the room as Tony pushes into the office coming toward you fast. Tony grabs your shoulders, and you fight him off. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me,” you snap.

“Baby, please. You gotta talk to me? What’s going on? Why are you so upset? Please just talk to me,” he pleads like he’s done before; times when I gave him the benefit of the doubt; times when I believed I could be the problem here. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“Tony!” You cry. “Are you fuckin delusional? I saw you fuckin’ that stripper with my own two eyes.”

“Princess, she was just dancing. It was a lap dance. Alright? You have to believe me.”

“Just a lap dance…” You scoff looking down at his undone belt, zipper down, dress pants pitched from his hard-on. He follows your eyes, hastily zipping and fastening his pants closed.

“I don’t know what you think you saw-”

“We’re done,” you chuckle tiredly as you step back, throwing open the side office door. Tony immediately reaches for you, clawing for your arm. “Let go of me,” you struggle.

“You’re not leavin’,” he asserts, pulling you back inside.

“I am. I’m done with you. It’s our anniversary, Tony. Look at where you are. Look at what you’re doing. How could you do this to me?”

“Do what? It was just a dance. I just got out of a major deal. Alright? I was about head home-”

“Liar!”

“Liar?” He questions. “Did you just call me a liar?” He asks as you feel the sting of his blunt fingernails digging into your arm.

“I know what I saw…”

“Princess… Even if I was lying. What the fuck are you gonna do about it. Huh? You’re mine, bitch. I own you. Where are you gonna go? What money do you have? How are you gonna afford this lifestyle you’ve become so accustomed to? Spending my hard-earned money like the gold-digging slut you are. You should be grateful,” he snarls as he steps toe-to-toe with you using his free hand to tug his leather belt from the loops of his pants.

You look up into his dark eyes as cruel words spit so readily from his wicked lips like he’s had time to prepare. I’ve seen this side of him, only once. He’s an evil man, and I know that. But this sort of cruelty has never been reserved for me. Until today. He grips his belt a little tighter in his fist making you take a few steps back but he stalks closer.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere,” he threatens.

“I am,” you whisper as you try to remain firm.

“I don’t think you understand this relationship we’ve got goin’ on, sweetheart. You go when I say you go,” he growls, tracing the belt along your bare thigh. “Do you think you’ll have a life after me? You think I’ll allow that shit.” He winds up smacking it against your skin. You gnash your teeth in pain, holding back tears, the most horrifying part knowing he could go far harder. “You know too much. You’re a liability. You have nothing. You are nothing without me. And you will be nothing without me.” Chills fall down your spine at his words and the crazed look in his eyes, his pupils blown from coke, pleasure, and rage.

“M'not scared of you.”

“You’re not. Huh? My tough girl.” He leans in; lips draw to your neck, kissing your pulse point, your rapid heartbeat calling your bluff as you inhale Cassidy’s cheap perfume lingering on his skin. You pinch your eyes shut as his large hand threads into your hair, tugging slightly while the other soothes your stinging thigh with his rough palm.

“I came from nothing, Tony. I’ll be fine.”

He scoffs as he uses his grasp on your strands to shove you away, letting the back of your head and body bang against the side door. Tony buttons up his still-undone shirt; bright red lipstick stained on the collar as well as his neck, a dark hickey forming to boot. Tears roll down your cheeks as you stand there defeated in your date night dress, your perfect makeup now streaming down your cheeks as you look into his soulless eyes.

“Fuck you, Tony.”

“Yeah. Yeah,” he chuckles as he pulls a cigarette out from behind his ear, placing it between his lips before snapping his lighter. “You leave, and I’ll find you. I own Figure 8, princess. Hell, I own this whole damn island. You better not make it too hard on me, baby doll. It’s our anniversary, after all. I’m sure you got somethin’ pretty for Daddy under that little dress of yours. I know you like it rough… but you might not make it out this time,” he laughs as he tosses his belt roughly toward his desk, the picture of the two of you clattering and shattering on the floor.

“Are you threatening me?”

“Me? Never… But if my hands are wrapped tight enough around that pretty little throat of yours and you don’t have enough juice to shout our safe word that’s on you, angel.”

“Go to hell.”

“I’ll give you a 5 minute head start, love. That seems fair?”

You grab the door and pull it open, taking a few steps before turning around again, pressing your back against the cool door, holding it shut as you look for an out. Luis is gone from his post, most likely keeping watch on the opposite end, Vlad in the parking lot, open water on the other side. There’s no way I can go back home. No family close by. No car. No escape. Looking out into the busy parking lot, you watch a squad car slow-roll through the back of the lot. Perfect.

Thank you, Luis. You reach down, snagging his Louisville Slugger perched against the weathered barstool. "Miss?” You hear his bodyguard’s frantic voice as he rounds the corner. You run into the lot as fast as your feet can take you, swerving around cars; dodging Luis.

You slam your eyes shut, swinging hard, nailing Tony’s Maybach truck, shattering the glass. The car alarm blares, echoing through the large lot. “Y/n!” Luis yells, but you swing and swing again.

“Y/n!” Tony barks from the door. You point the bat in his direction, twirling it before knocking off the wing mirror and sending it flying. A second siren fires, the sound of the police cruiser blares through the night, competing with the truck as it gets closer and closer.

You nail the glass, shards spilling into the truck as the cruiser pulls up, moving to the front of the vehicle you make your delinquency visible, quickly knocking out each headlight while the deputies climb out of their vehicle. “Get on the ground. Get on the ground now!” They holler.

“Deputy, this… this is a misunderstanding,” Tony assures as he enters the lot, softening his voice again.

“No, it’s not. And if I had a knife, I’d slash your tires, asshole.” The officers grab for you, expecting a fight, ultimately getting the latter. You cross your arms behind your back, smiling at Tony as they lock you in cuffs.

"Well, shit,” the older woman chuckles as she pulls you back to reality.

“Mhmm… but I’m a liability. After that little stunt I pulled, I know I’m living on borrowed time. Jail is the only place I could leave and be safe for the night. It’s just a band aid though; a temporary fix. I’m sure he’ll bail me out any minute, but who knows what’ll happen? I want to show him I’m not afraid.”

She purses her lips, debating whether to ask the million dollar question. “Are you?” She asks somberly.

“I wish I wasn’t-”

“L/n, someone just bailed your ass out. Let’s go,” an officer calls from outside the cell. The woman beside you taps your leg, giving you a little nod.

“He lays a finger on you, honey, I got no problem comin’ back here.”

“Thank you,” you whisper before turning toward the officer, giving her a wide, fake smile.

You rise to your feet, fixing your dress as you walk to out-processing. “To the left.”

Shupe matches your gaze from his post, giving you a wary glance. “M'am, are these your belongings?” He asks as he holds up the plastic bag of goods. You give him a soft smile and a nod. “Sure you got nothin’ you wanna tell me, Miss F/N L/N. Now’s the time,” Shupe warns. “You know, it’s Tony who posted your bail. He’s waitin’ for you outside-”

“I’m fine. Just fine, Deputy,” you assure as you fish your lipstick out from your clutch, slicking it on in the reflection of the privacy glass. “It was nothin’. Just a misunderstanding, as I said.”

“Just fine? Trashing Mr. Marietta’s Maybach truck was nothing? Just a normal night for the two of you?” He asks sarcastically.

You look at him and smile, dead-eyed and defeated. “It was our anniversary, actually.” Shupe’s eyes widen at yours, the occasion making your story even more unbelievable. “Have a great day, Deputy.”

“This is not a beauty pageant,” the female officer grunts, shooing you toward the exit.

I don’t know if I made the right choice… but I’m not gonna snitch. If I want to survive, I’m going to have to be strategic.

“I’m cooperating. Ain’t I?” You hear a deep voice echo down the hallway.

Stopping in your tracks, you watch the tall blonde struggle to break free. He grits his teeth, fighting against the cuffs, his broad chest gaping at the buttons of his black button-down shirt. He looks like he’s been through it; a gashed lip, the bottom of his pressed shirt half-tucked, his hair messy and sweaty against his dewy, tanned skin.

His eyes match yours; even from a distance, you can see how blue they are. His entire demeanor shifts, softening as a smile pulls on his pretty lips. A smile so beautiful, you can’t help but return the same.

There’s something magnetic about him, an intensity drawing your focus to him like a moth to a flame. He winks, and in that instant, everything changes. There’s no mistaking the connection swelling between you.

“Hey,” he mouths; your breath catches in your chest, pulse-quickening as time slows to a snail’s-pace. He looks at you until the last minute before being shoved inside his confinements. The metal door slams shut, jarring you from your daze, the bustle of the jail building from the solace in your mind.

Who was that?

It was momentary… a fleeting beat. The calm before the storm. You get pushed along, shoved toward the exit, and away from a sweet dream, thrown straight into a nightmare.

𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

[ak319]

Yan G!P athlete x fem!reader

── Reece Milford

Headcanon/Intro

AN: She's here finally-ヽ（≧□≦）ノfor those of you who don't know her, she's a side character from this series.

Warnings/MDNI: none, not much in this one tho, little age gap, (reader is 20 and OC is 23-24), suggestive themes.

Where do I even begin? Reece Milford, daughter of Edward Milford, a respected real estate mogul, and Catherine Milford, a poised philanthropist who runs a foundation supporting arts and culture. Then there’s Oliver, her older brother, a sharp and ambitious lawyer. Reece is the middle child, flanked by Lily, her sweet and free-spirited younger sister. The Milford family is as sophisticated as they come each member’s life is meticulously curated, their names whispered in the circles that matter.

But Reece? She’s different. Her story doesn’t follow the same predictable trajectory. It’s on the cricket field where she truly stands out. What started at high school with local matches soon spiraled into her securing a spot on the country’s national team. The media adores her, sophisticated, charming, a heartthrob on the pitch.

In high school, it was no secret that Reece had girls vying for her attention left and right. She didn’t even have to try, her height, athletic build, and effortless charm made her magnetic. But to Reece, they were just passing faces. Sure, she’d engage in lighthearted flirting now and then, but that was the extent of it. She wasn’t interested in dating, and playing around simply wasn’t her thing. Not like... a certain someone in her circle, but that was a story for another time (lmao- we all know who that is-)

Reece had always been the type to joke a little about girls, her teasing never crossing the line of respect. But if locker room talk ever got out of hand? That’s when her temper flared. She had no patience for that kind of nonsense, and more than a few people learned the hard way not to push their luck. She wasn’t just protecting some abstract principle, either, it hit close to home. With a little sister of her own, she refused to let anyone think it was okay to disrespect women.

Despite her grounded nature, rumors swirled around her. Whispers of Reece being a "playgirl" spread through jealous lips or from the sting of rejected love letters. None of it was true, of course, but she never wasted time defending herself. She knew who she was, and that was enough. Let people believe what they wanted, she had more important things to focus on.

But....despite this Reece held very specific views about women and love, and any notions of "dating" seemed trivial in the face of her goals.

As for family life, Reece barely spent quality time with her parents, especially her mother. While her dad was often caught up in his business dealings, her mom, Catherine, had thrown herself into her foundation. Prior to that, Catherine had been a full-time housewife, focused on raising the children. Reece had often been the one to suffer from the absence, not having the constant presence of her mother like Oliver did, and now, Lily didn’t have to face the same issues either. With her mom now running a larger foundation and becoming more involved with social media and community work, Catherine had less on her plate. She got to spend more time with Lily. But Reece, as the middle child, felt somewhat forgotten as she didn't experience that with Catherine as a kid and now was often at odds with her parents, especially her mother.

As time went on, Reece's views began to shift. She became firm in her belief that women should focus on the home, that their place was to care for children, nurture the family, and run the household. To her, the idea of being a "housewife" wasn’t a limitation, it was a duty, a role that held strength in its own right. Reece swore to herself that no matter what, she would never allow her wife to treat their children the way she had felt, neglected, forgotten, caught in the emotional distance of a career-driven mother.

Though the trio never discussed this but it was clear that her brother Oliver didn’t share her views, nor did her father, but that only made her resolve harder. She knew what she believed, and she was determined to make it a reality.

But the question lingers: what’s happening off the field? What happens behind the polished exterior of this icon of strength and good sportswomanship.

The truth? It’s you. Yes, you entered the picture.

Who are you, exactly?

You were just a mutual friend of Lily’s. Yes, when you and Lily grew close, you often found yourself invited to sleepovers at the Milford estate, something Lily loved, especially since their mansion was so vast, offering plenty of room for laughter and whispered secrets. It wasn’t uncommon for you to join, and given how the family was a bit overprotective of Lily, she rarely stayed at anyone else’s house.

She couldn’t explain why, but when she caught that brief glimpse of you, how shy and nervous you seemed in her presence, it made her chuckle, and something fluttered in her chest.

When you and her first saw each other in the hallway for the first time, you had just started college. Reece was 23, still grinding away in small leagues, always pushing herself, always working tirelessly with the hope of making it onto the national team. She had no interest in distractions, not in the form of dates or anything else. Her focus was singular, her ambitions far too important.

After that, she almost forgot about you. But then one night, when Lily thought everyone was settled in their rooms, preparing for bed, she saw the perfect opportunity to sneak out at 10 p.m. She assumed Reece was out with her friends, leaving the coast clear. But imagine her shock when, as you were backing your car out of the driveway, Reece suddenly pulled up and spotted Lily sitting in the passenger seat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” Reece snapped, her voice cutting through the night air. “Why were you sneaking out, huh?”

"J-just to grab a bite, Reece. Nothing else-" Lily stammered, her voice trembling under the intensity of Reece’s gaze.

Reece’s eyes flickered to you, and her expression hardened. She stepped closer, her tone sharp and commanding. “And you!” she barked, making your body flinch involuntarily. “What example are you setting here? She has a curfew for a reason.”

“But we’re 20, not 15,” You spoke up and she was almost shocked at your unexpected retort but her anger overpowered her.

Reece’s gaze didn’t waver. “Listen to me here,” she said, her voice low but laced with authority. She took a few steps closer, towering over both of you, her eyes never leaving yours. “First of all, this is our family, and you have no say in what we do. It’s never safe out there, and considering your background, it’s clear your parents never bothered to teach you even the basics-”

“How dare you!” You snapped, a surge of anger flooding your chest. “God! Lily, you never told me your sister was such a jerk!” Her words really stung, aimed directly at your middle-class background.

“Well, now you know.” You could feel the hurt rising in your chest, but you didn’t fight it. Instead, you turned on your heel and walked back to the car, your emotions bubbling over.

"Wait no! (Y/N)! I AM SORRY- REECE WHAT THE FUCK?!-" Lily's protests and apologies were blocked as you slammed your door and sped off.

It was a mistake. A mistake to be friends with someone like Lily, someone from a world so different from yours. Your heart ached as you drove, the weight of the words hanging heavily in the air. You cried all the way home, the tears blurring your vision, but deep down, you knew it wasn’t Lily’s fault. She had always been kind, humble, everything you admired. But Reece? She was a jackass.

Lily’s calls and messages flooded your phone, but you couldn’t bring yourself to answer. The hurt was too fresh, too raw.

Back at the Milford house, things weren’t any better. Lily, devastated by your silence, found herself hating her sister even more.

“You ruined our fucking friendship!” Lily shouted, her voice thick with frustration and hurt.

“I ruined it?!” Reece shot back, incredulous. Her voice grew louder, her anger flaring. “You’re blaming me for this?”

"You shouldn’t have been so rude to her!” Lily’s words hit hard, her emotions raw and unfiltered.

"Yeah , Reece, you shouldn't have said that to her."

"Dad, please- don't side with Lily on this one. I was just pissed and I said it! And next time she will think twice before-"

"You don’t get to dictate everything, including who I’m friends with! You can’t just go around hurting people like this!"

Before Reece could respond, Lily threw her hands up in exasperation. “I never asked for this! I never wanted you to act like this!”

With a sharp exhale, Lily stormed past her sister, her anger making the house feel smaller. She marched down the hallway, her footsteps heavy as she slammed the door to her room behind her.

Reece stood there, stunned, a mixture of regret and disbelief flickering across her face. But Lily didn’t give her the chance to apologize, she was already alone in her room, seething.

“You need to apologize to your sister, Reece. We didn’t raise you to be rude, especially to a girl. You need to apologize to both of them.” Her mother’s voice rang out, sharp and disapproving.

Yeah, right, Mom. 'Raise,' my ass.

With a bitter scoff, Reece stormed off, slamming her bedroom door behind her. She flopped onto her bed, pulling a ball from the corner of the room. Without a second thought, she tossed it up and down, her eyes unfocused, lost in thought. It was a habit she had whenever she was deep in contemplation or feeling the weight of stress, letting the ball float in the air, caught only by her tired hands.

Her mind shifted from wondering how to apologize to her little sister, to a sudden, unexpected realization, how the hell was she supposed to apologize to you?

What the fuck?

She had never apologized to anyone, ever. And you...

A part of her knew that she wasn’t just pissed at you for sneaking out with Lily, but because you had no regard for your own safety either. That’s what really made her angry. You were driving here alone, just... She took it the worst way. She focused her frustration on you.

And yet, there was something else, something that amused her. How you’d gone from the shy, skittish girl, who ran off to hide in Lily’s room the moment she saw her in the hallway, to this... straight-talking, confident version of yourself.

Cute...

"You think a takeout is gonna make things right?" Lily said, scrolling through reels on her phone.

"I’ve ordered gifts for you too."

"Don’t need ‘em."

Reece set the food down on the bedside table and sat on her bed, a hint of determination settling in.

"Give me her number."

"What?"

"I need to apologize to her. (Y/N). Give me her number. Now."

Lily hesitated, sensing the mix of gentleness and firmness in Reece’s tone. With a sigh, she sent the number to Reece’s phone.

"But... I don’t think she’ll forgive that easily. And for fuck’s sake, don’t say anything stupid. She finally went normal with me, and I don’t want you messing that up again-"

"I won’t, jeez. Eat up now."

With that, Reece walked out, unable to hide the smirk that tugged at her lips as she saved your number.

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You were, as usual, putting the clothes in their proper places, mentally planning to get started on your assignment as soon as you got to your apartment after your shift at the boutique. Okay, next, check the bags...

"Hey."

You flinched and turned around to see Reece. You didn’t say anything, just stared at her.

"Um... I wanted to sincerely apologize... for, well, since you didn’t respond to my message-"

"So you came to my workplace?"

"I had to, okay? I just didn’t want to be the reason you have any sour feelings toward my family... or even Lily."

"I don’t," you replied, trying to sound neutral, but your heart was still racing. "I mean, they’re all very nice."

They.....Not me, huh? Don't you have a way with words...

She chuckled, clicking her tongue as she restrained herself from checking you out. Fuck, get a hold of yourself.

"I understand. I’m a jackass, a jerk, a douche. Valid. I deserve that. But please, don’t make your pretty face devoid of that smile because of me."

Okay, that took you off guard.

"Um-"

"I'll be right back, okay?" With that, she stalked off somewhere in the shop. You rolled your eyes, already knowing exactly what type of person she was: rich family, big ego--oh a customer!

Minutes later, while you were helping a woman, she popped back in, several bags in her hands, bags from not only the brand you worked for, but others around the street as well.

"Here. For you."

"What?! I’m not taking this-"

"Yes, you are. You definitely are. A token of my apology."

Every item cost more than your monthly rent. Though you were kind of touched, you reminded yourself that, at the end of the day, she had once again proved, even in her apology, that she was better than you. Yes, that’s what you felt. If she had just walked away after apologizing, that would have been enough.

"No, I am definitely not."

That took her off guard. Didn’t girls love expensive stuff?

"The apology was enough, alright? I get it, you’re rich and stuff. But you don’t need to prove your sincerity. I get it. You’re protective of Lily; she’s told me that. No need for these. Please."

Hm...

"I-I get it." Did you just fucking stutter in front of a girl, Reece? You loser.

"Um, thank you for accepting it." Her voice softened, but inside, a new thought took root.

Fuck these gifts anyway. You’re going to get that fucking ring on your damn finger, no matter what. She’ll make that happen. No way you're going to reject that.

That night her eyes had lit up when she saw that you had seen her message at least.

────

What you didn't expect was a notification pinging on your phone the next day.

"Hey, wanted to ask, can I at least take you out? A little compensation for that late grab bite you missed with Lily."

You raised an eyebrow at the text. The pickup line was casual, playful even, but something in it made your stomach twist. Was she trying to make this seem like no big deal? You sighed, knowing there was a lot more to it.

Should you ask Lily about this? She might know what was really going on....

You quickly typed a response, trying to play it off lightly.

"Hi, thanks, but it’s fine really. I’m good."

You sent it before you could second-guess yourself. But as soon as you hit send, a sense of dread crept in. Was that too dismissive? Was it rude? You didn’t want to come off that way, but this whole situation felt... off.

Reece, however, wasn’t the type to take “no” for an answer. She knew that Lily was a factor in all of this. But Reece wasn't the kind of person who let things like that stop her. No, she was determined to make sure you knew how serious she was.

"Reece, c'mon. (Y/N) just told me that-"

"Yeah, so?" Reece cut her off, a sharp edge to her voice. "Can't see your sister settling down, huh?"

The insult was quick and biting, catching Lily off guard. She flinched, a mix of confusion and anger flashing across her face.

"Settling down-?! And you? Look as much as I want to believe you saying that you don't engage in casual flings, I still find it unbelievable." Lily sputtered, eyes wide in disbelief.

Reece’s eyes darkened. "Listen here, I really, really like her, Lily. Not that you’d understand what that feels like. And don't tell me you believe everything they spewed about me. I thought you knew it."

Lily's face flushed, hands balling into fists. "No you don’t! You don’t even know what love is, it’s probably just lust, the same way you feel for every other girl-"

"Lily!" Edward spoke up, his voice firm but patient. "Can you relax? There's nothing wrong with going on a date. You should be a tad bit supportive, love. And stop doubting Reece's intentions."

"But Dad!" Lily's voice cracked with frustration. "What if she hurts (Y/N)? Didn't she had a problem with her background in the first place?"

"Enough!. I will go on a date and you can't stop me!"

Neither can you.

Oliver sighed sharing a look with his mother, leaning back in his chair, his fingers rubbing his temples. "Weekend with family always has some drama going on," he muttered, half-amused, half-exasperated.

Lily felt bad...she did. Guilty for being dubious about Reece's intentions straight from the start. You are a good, kind and fun person, not to mention her very close friend. And so she decided to make things right...by texting you.

"Reece really really likes you, and trust me, she's serious about this. I've never seen or heard bout her being this interested in someone, LIKE EVER. It's always the opposite. So do give her a chance. If you want to of course . Tbh shippin' u both already. 😛

That very Sunday's quiet evening, a knock on your apartment door caught you off guard. You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not Reece. You opened the door cautiously, your heart sinking at the sight of her standing there, casual yet somehow imposing.

"Hey," she greeted with that trademark confidence that made your chest tighten, her smile a little too knowing. "Lily told me your address."

You froze for a second, trying to process the words, before realizing the implications. "Lily... told you?" you asked, though it came out more as a question to herself than to Reece. Of course, Lily had probably shared everything already.

"Yeah," Reece said, unbothered, her gaze steady. "I thought we could grab something light and simple. Just...it won't be long."

You stood there, conflicted. She had this way of making you feel as if saying no would be an impossibility. "Reece, I..." you started, but her eyes softened, and she took a small step forward, clearly unphased by your hesitation.

"Come on, just a little something. I won’t make it weird," she added, the final words almost playful, though there was something in the way she said it that made you question if you’d be able to say no.

You bit your lip, glancing back into your apartment. But what choice did you have? Saying no felt like inviting a new round of awkwardness, and she seemed determined. Besides, there was a part of you, no matter how much you tried to ignore it, that was curious about why Reece kept pushing. Also the fact you didn't have any experience dating. And then...Lily's message made your heart flutter too.

"Okay," you finally relented, your voice a little quieter than you intended. "But just a quick bite. That’s it."

A victorious smile spread across her face, her posture shifting from relaxed to almost predatory, but in a playful way. "Great," she said, turning on her heel. "Let’s go."

And that's how it began. You, dating Reece Milford.

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Dating her was nothing short of a dream, really. She was caring, understanding, and, if you were honest, a total golden retriever in human form. Watching matches together, her dragging you to her practices while making you wear her shirts with her name.

She was protective, sometimes to the point of being a bit too much, but you didn’t mind. In fact, it was endearing in its own way. And if someone from high school or an old fling tried their luck again with a call or a text? Oh, they didn’t stand a chance. Without hesitation, she’d block them or, better yet, hand you her phone and insist you respond or answer the call with a simple, "She’s taken."

She recorded one of those moments once, and to this day, it’s still her favorite video. Even when you’re a bit shy and clearly embarrassed in it, she treasures it like gold, replaying it whenever she needs a smile.

She knows her family name intimidates you and she’s painfully aware that her own words might’ve made you feel insecure at times. That’s why now, every moment she spends with you is dedicated to ensuring you understand that her last name means absolutely nothing when it comes to you.

She goes out of her way to make it clear that her family adores you, too. In fact, she’s quick to remind you of how her mom can’t stop asking about your hobbies or how her dad brings up your name during family dinners like you’re already one of them.

And then there’s your own parents. Your dad, especially, was practically beaming when he found out you were dating a daughter of such a prestigious family in the city. She teases you about it sometimes, calling you her “mom's favorite,” but deep down, she loves how everyone can see what she already knew: you’re perfect for her, and no family name, no status, could ever change that.

You glance at your reflection in the car window for what feels like the hundredth time. The dress you’re wearing, a simple but elegant number Reece insisted looked "absolutely stunning" on you, suddenly feels all wrong. Too plain? Too tight? Too loose? Too… not enough?

Reece parks the car in front of the grand gates of her family’s estate, but instead of stepping out, you sit frozen, clutching your bag like it’s a lifeline.

“Hey,” Reece’s voice is soft, her hand finding yours. “You good?”

You bite your lip, debating whether to admit the truth. But she knows you too well, and the furrow of her brow tells you she’s already figured out something’s off.

“I just…” You let out a shaky sigh, your gaze dropping to your lap. “I don’t know if I’m… if I look… right for this. For them.”

Reece is quiet for a moment, and when you finally glance at her, you see her jaw tighten, her hazel eyes narrowing like she’s preparing to fight someone.

“Are you serious right now?” she asks, her voice a mix of disbelief and affection. “You’re worried about how you look?”

You nod hesitantly, avoiding her gaze. "I just… your family’s um so perfect y'know. I just..."

Reece leans back in her seat, running a hand through her hair as if trying to figure out how to respond. Her heart breaks at your sullen expression. Then, without warning, she reaches over, cupping your face gently but firmly, forcing you to look at her.

“First of all,” she says, her voice low and steady, “you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen, and always will be, and nothing anyone says or thinks is going to change that. Got it?”

You nod, though her words only make your throat tighten more.

“Second,” she continues, her thumb brushing your cheek, “my family is going to love you because I love you. And if they don’t, that’s their problem, not yours. You’re not the one who has to prove anything. You’re everything, okay?”

You manage a shaky smile, but she’s not done yet.

“And third…” She grins now, her usual playful smirk returning as she presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “If anyone even thinks about making you feel out of place tonight, they’re getting an earful from me. Got it?”

You laugh softly despite yourself, and she beams at the sound, leaning back with an exaggerated sigh of relief.

“There’s my girl,” she says, squeezing your hand as she steps out of the car and moves to your side to help you out. “Now come on. Let’s show them how lucky I am, yeah?”

Reece is not only your girlfriend but your own personal trainer too.

Her apartment’s (she made you move in after a month) personal gym has become your second home, or, at least, that’s what she likes to say while dragging you out of bed for "just twenty minutes of movement."

"C'mon baby, you can skip ten more. You are literally the strongest person I've met." Says your girlfriend currently bench pressing twice your weight.

She’s the kind of person who genuinely believes in balance but refuses to compromise on some essentials. Like fruits. Every. Single. Day. She’ll hand-feed you slices of apple or shove a peeled orange into your hands with a pointed look until you take a bite.

Her healthy meals aren’t just food; they’re little love notes wrapped in nutrition. Protein shakes? Homemade. Greek yogurt with berries? Perfectly portioned. Occasionally, though, she’ll surprise you with your favorite snacks because, as she says, "You’ve earned it for putting up with my bossy ass."

On the days when you feel too lazy to move, Reece doesn’t push. Instead, she adapts. She insists you keep her company in the gym because "your laugh is better than any playlist." You end up sitting on the mat with a bowl of fruit she force-feeds you because of course, “You will finish that, or so help me”, while she works out.

And if you’re feeling extra lazy, you’ll drape yourself over her back while she’s doing push-ups, giggling as she huffs and teases you about being "the cutest weight she’s ever lifted."

What makes it all worthwhile is how much she genuinely enjoys your presence. Whether you’re crushing a workout together or just lounging on the floor, her gaze always holds the same message: she wouldn’t want to be doing this or anything without you.

Reece absolutely adores the height difference between the two of you, maybe a little too much, if you’re being honest. It’s her favourite excuse to treat you like her personal doll.

When she’s in a playful mood (which is often), she’ll suddenly scoop you up, spinning you around effortlessly until you’re laughing and swatting at her arms. “Put me down, Reece!” you’ll protest, but she just smirks and says, “Not until I hear that laugh again!”

And those moments when you two disagree? She’s terrible at taking you seriously. You’re standing there, ranting about whatever it is, but all she can focus on are your eyes, especially the way they narrow when you’re annoyed.

"Are you even listening to me?!" you demand, glaring up at her.

She should be, but instead, she’s trying not to grin like an idiot. “Hmm? Oh, sorry, your angry face is just too cute."

That, of course, makes you even more pissed, which only makes her love it more. "Can you for God's sake listen and take the shit I am saying seriously?!"

Eventually, she stops your words in the most Reece way possible: by sweeping you off your feet (literally) and carrying you to the bedroom.

“REECE PUT ME DOWN! WHAT THE HELL?!”

"Yeah, yeah," she says, laying you down gently before hovering over you with a mischievous grin.

She starts peppering kisses all over your face, your cheeks, your forehead, lips, your nose, until you’re squirming and trying to push her away through your laughter.

"Stop it! You idiot!"

“There’s that smile,” she says triumphantly, finally stopping but not before stealing one last kiss on your lips. “Mad at me now?”

You sigh dramatically but can’t help the grin tugging at your lips. "I just hate you sometimes!"

Speaking of you and the bed... Reece is an absolute softie when it comes to you. No matter how tough or confident she might seem to the rest of the world, with you, she's nothing but gentle, which sometimes is really hard for her to do when all she wants to do is wreck and eat you all up. During those intimate moments, she treats you like you're made of glass, careful, attentive, utterly devoted. And afterward, when she's finally worn herself out, she holds you close, her arms wrapped around you as if to shield you from everything else.

Hearing her teammates call her "Cap" during practice or games might boost her ego, sure. But it doesn’t even come close to the power trip she feels when she hears it from your lips, soft, breathless, or even better as a whimper, and just for her.

“Say it again,” she murmurs, her voice raspy and low, her gaze heavy-lidded as she brushes a stray strand of hair from your flushed face.

And when you do, she smirks like she’s just won a championship. To her, nothing else in the world compares to that moment, to you.

But not everything...is that easy right? Not this dreamy. And you realized this after you got the ring on your finger after 2 absolutely beautiful months together.

── AN: Dw, there will be a second headcanon or different scenarios showing Reece's toxic side as well.

[vague-humanoid]

For those of you who don’t understand my righteous anger; I’m on 2 TV series, ELSBETH and RAISING KANAN. I’m filming SUPERMAN. Two years ago, I finished the fourth season of JACK RYAN. Last year I finished a run on Broadway in DEATH OF A SALESMAN. Even with my proof of employment, bank statements and real estate holdings, a white apartment owner DENIED my application to rent the apartment…..in Harlem, of all places. Racism and bigots are real. There are those who will do anything to destroy life’s journey for Black folks. When you deny our personal experiences, you are as vile and despicable.

https://www.wsj.com/politics/policy/appeals-court-blocks-venture-firms-grant-program-for-black-women-476fc8f7?st=3o5kk47wz4ql5g3

A federal appeals court on Monday blocked Atlanta-based investment firm Fearless Fund from continuing with a contest that grants awards to businesses owned by Black women, a blow against diversity and inclusion programs that have been under increasing legal attack.

[rebecca-arielle]

hello have not been on here in literal years and reactivated simply to post my modern bridgerton hcs that came to me as i was falling asleep would not let me go until i wrote them down! enjoy!

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the entire family is still very much british upper class - they regularly interact with the royals and attend all the family event like wimbledon and ascot. they are regularly featured in the pages of the tabloids much to their annoyance. they also went to either oxford, cambridge, or st. andrew’s (franny)

- anthony - still who he is, took over edmund’s position in the family business. huge company either a law firm, business like real estate or holdings. he’s ceo and damn good at his job. still viscount but it is really in name only.

- kate - still very much who she is, i can see her either going very much a lawyer or the artist route but i like to think of her as leaving her art as a hobby that she does simply for the pleasure of it.

- benedict - artist can do either painting or photography but has become very famous for it, initially it was because of the family name but then people started seeing his talent for what it is. his photos have been featured a bunch of times in british vogue and he is one of their go to photographers.

- sophie - very much a primary school teacher because of her experience with araminta as a child she was determined to not let that happen for other children so she makes damn sure that while they are at school in her class they know some one is looking out for them.

- colin - travel writer. he works for some magazine and has his own column. the magazine is owned by like some big media company that has their own building.

- penelope - pen works for a different magazine that is owned by the same parent company as colin’s so they work in the same building when colin is not on assignment. she secretly still runs lady whistledown that is like deux moi and once she gets outed she starts her own mini media empire. still besties with eloise.

- daphne - she is very much the perfect socialite philanthropist that is so perfect she seems like she would be a bitch but truly is that nice. is still married to simon after they fake dated due to some media scandal. lives her absolute best WAG life and has the season down to a science.

- simon - is a huge sports star, think david beckham. technically was still the duke but officially gave up the title to piss off his father. this man was born to be girl dad.

- eloise - once she realized just how much privilege she has, she put her money where her mouth is and is constantly going to protests much to anthony’s annoyance (not because he doesn’t agree with the cause just because she is giving the family a bad name in the press, he actually super proud of her.) el went to school for a degree in women and gender studies and is super involved in academia when not getting arrested.

- phillip/a - a botany professor at the university where el is based out of. still has the kids from their previous relationship with marina but they were able to get a divorce because it is the 21st century and co parent the twins quite well. their gender honestly doesn’t matter for this, they love plants and eloise - the order of that is not important.

- francesca - autistic, it is important to me that you know that. she is a film composer, she loves getting to create the score for movies and that it doesn’t require that much human interaction.

- john - still unfortunately passes away, but prior to that was some kind of finance guy. was generally the nicest guy and loved fran with his entire heart.

- michael/michaela - hot. like the most beautiful human being you have ever laid eyes on. they work as an actor because it’s fun but secretly are insanely smart and like build computers for fun.

- gregory - anthony’s mini me and he wouldn’t have it any other way. he works for the family company and loves it. generally small bean like but is insanely tall, like taller than benedict much to everyone’s annoyance but no one more than hyacinth. he worships the ground lucy walks on but they only have three or four kids because they have access to birth control.

- lucy - a mini kate. also a lawyer who’s family firm got bought by kate’s and then started working under her where she eventually met greg when he was visiting his favorite sister kate for their monthly lunch date. has ocd.

- hyacinth - a child prodigy, started university at like 15 (which she never lets greg forget) works as a ta (or whatever the uk equivalent is) for agatha who is an old family friend through whom she meets gareth. her field is like archeology or some other super niche thing. (agatha does not have to teach, she does it because if she doesn’t how else will the new generation ever be taught the right way to do things)

- gareth - is so fucking chill but absolutely matches hyacinths freak. no one is quite sure what he does, he has explained it many times but no one truly knows even hyacinth.

- violet - was besties with princess diana (old money england) she unfortunately passes around the same time as edmund and she just loses it. luckily it is the modern days was able to get help but it took a little while. though once she is back on her feet she is a force to be reckoned with. she runs the family foundation which focuses on mental health and allergy awareness.

thank you for reading this! i will take no criticism at this time but welcome any addition thoughts!

[balkanradfem]

To the anon who sent me a message about how she hates her era of being libfem and can't forgive herself!

I think the only way we can go easy on ourselves is to see that it happened to all of us, all of us were affected and most of us were trying to be kind, understanding and reasonable in those times, and what was presented to us as 'kind and understanding' was saying 'not all m*n'.

And the thing is, we didn't have all the information back then. We didn't have the stats. The actual amount of violence and abuse m*n unleashed on women was carefully and meticulously hidden behind closed doors, endless victim blaming, endless rationalizations. And we were so young! We couldn't have looked at the situation and immediately go 'oh yes it's very clear males are dangerous, violent and destructive and we need to get away from them asap', we all had some connections to males in our lives, we all were at least somewhat manipulated into spending time with them and tolerated their stupidity, and we didn't know yet what was in front of us!

And it's not only the lack of information and real stats being deeply hidden from our eyes, it's the societal pressure. I remember whenever I expressed my opinions on blaming males for their actions, I would be persecuted for it immediately, I would be told I was 'not a real feminist', people in my friend circle would look at me as if I was a disgusting, dangerous and evil creature and they wanted to take distance from me, that's not something a woman can just ignore or feel okay about! We're all susceptible to self doubt when our surroundings tell us that we're wrong, even evil for thinking the way we do. Even when we're 100% right, peer pressure gets to us, gets us to doubt our own minds. We don't often have it in us to fight for our views if we have no support and everyone stands firmly against us.

I don't believe I would fully be able to be a radfem now if I didn't find a community of support and access to all of the information on tumblr, and in all of the feminist books I've been reading; it's the community and access to information that helped me stand firm on facts and reality.

And also there are women in the very late stages of their lives, who are still defending m*n, and in fact, most of women are doing it still, we are in the minority. A lot of information is still being withheld from women. And I don't judge or hate any of them, I know with proper access to resources, information and support, they would all figure it out.

And you did figure it out! There's no shame in getting more information on a situation and then changing your mind and standing firm with reality, it's what people are supposed to do. It's the only way to get closer to reality, to shape our worldview. I believe you're expecting the impossible from your younger self, none of us were able to figure it out immediately, or all on our own, so there's no fault if you couldn't either. And you don't have to be open about it if you don't feel comfortable, but a lot of people would be comforted to know that it's not only them, that it happened to others too, that being a libfem is the only way to eventually become a radfem.

Also I live in a country where feminism itself is still a bad word, and in most places there are not even libfems. Patriarchy is not being questioned at all, no positive statements are published about women. Women here would be estatic even to reach libfem level! And I know it's something we look down on because it's easily co-opted by other movements to promote practices harmful to women, but it is in its inception, a form of feminism, an attempt to fight for positive public opinion of women. It does not come from a place of harm, and most of harm inflicted by it is usually by another movements involvement and influence.

I know it might not affect you at all, but I can tell you that I would never hold you guilty for being a libfem at all. You've done nothing wrong. You've just lived in an era where it was the most feminist thing to do at the time, and you figured out a more effective way and followed that! I'd be proud of that! You couldn't have done anything better than that.

[deadpresidents]

"Sometimes lost amid all the shouting of a high-octane campaign heading into its final couple of weeks is that simple if mind-bending fact. America for the first time in its history may send a criminal to the Oval Office and entrust him with the nuclear codes. What would once have been automatically disqualifying barely seems to slow Mr. Trump down in his comeback for a second term that he says will be devoted to "retribution."

In all the different ways that Mr. Trump has upended the traditional rules of American politics, that may be one of the most striking. He has survived more scandals than any major party Presidential candidate, much less President, in the life of the republic. Not only survived but thrived. He has turned them on their head, making allegations against him into an argument for him by casting himself as a serial victim rather than a serial violator.

His persecution defense, the notion that he gets in so much trouble only because everyone is out to get him, resonates at his rallies where he says "they're not coming after me, they're coming after you, and I'm just standing in the way." But that of course belies a record of scandal stretching across his 78 years starting long before politics. Whether in his personal life or his public life, he has been accused of so many acts of wrongdoing, investigated by so many prosecutors and agencies, sued by so many plaintiffs and claimants that it requires a scorecard just to remember them all.

His businesses went bankrupt repeatedly and multiple others failed. He was taken to court for stiffing his vendors, stiffing his bankers and even stiffing his own family. He avoided the draft during the Vietnam War and avoiding paying any income taxes for years. He was forced to shell out tens of millions of dollars to students who accused him of scamming them, found liable for wide-scale business fraud and had his real estate firm convicted in criminal court of tax crimes.

He has boasted of grabbing women by their private parts, been reported to have cheated on all three of his wives and been accused of sexual misconduct by more than two dozen women, including one whose account was validated by a jury that found him liable for sexual abuse after a civil trial.

He is the only President in American history impeached twice for high crimes and misdemeanors, the only President ever indicted on criminal charges and the only President to be convicted of a felony (34, in fact). He used the authority of his office to punish his adversaries and tried to hold onto power on the basis of a brazen lie.

Mr. Trump beat some of the investigations and lawsuits against him and some proved unfounded, but the sheer volume is remarkable. Any one of those scandals by itself would typically have been enough to derail another politician...Not Mr. Trump. He has moved from one furor to the next without any of them sinking into the body politic enough to end his career. The unrelenting pace of scandals may in its own way help him by keeping any single one of them from dominating the national conversation and eroding his standing with his base of supporters...And victory next month may yet help him escape the biggest threat of all -- potentially prison."

-- Peter Baker, laying out very plainly how insane it is that America could very well elect Donald Trump as President once again, in the New York Times. I really hope you'll take the time to read the whole article, which I am sharing gift links to in order to bypass the paywall, and remember just what is on the line on November 5th.

(Please feel free to copy and share this gift link to anyone and everyone that you think needs to read this immensely important article in the next two weeks.)

[dashielldeveron]

also hitoshi and reader both have the hugest size kink. like reader mentions how much she likes that shinsous presence is so big and protective. and hitoshi never denies it when reader says he can indulge whatever size kink he has with his monster cock and his only critic is not to call his sick that. i see you sir. lord. they were totally the type of people to do hand comparisons all the time before they were together just to see the difference. hands pressed together for just a bit too long. freaks.

-📌

spontaneous drabble. soulmate trope!shinsou/reader, sometime during the route during a session.

"do you think any of my rings will fit you?"

you're so taken aback from the non sequitur that you press the spacebar on shinsou's laptop to pause the episode of twin peaks. "i'm sorry?" you ask, tilting your head backwards, with shinsou dodging your hair so that he could look you in the eye.

"my rings," he said, twisting the one around his left index finger, "i want to see if you could wear any of them."

"sure," you said, feeling a bit lost and setting shinsou's laptop towards the foot of the bed, but you were hardly bending away from him for two seconds before his firm grip on your waist pulled you back against him, your back snug against his chest, surprisingly comfortable, considering he's all hard muscle--but, you supposed, his thick turtleneck was doing some heavy lifting. before shinsou could even tap his fingers in a ripple on your waist in the customary signal, you noticed you'd tensed up, and you made yourself relax against him, turning your head to tuck your face into his neck and taking a deep breath--pears. some sort of clean-smelling soap. and his stupid-ass, cheap-ass, laundry detergent.

"here," said shinsou, cupping your arm at the elbow and deliberately dragging it up towards your hand, watching for goosebumps and humming, pleased, when none occured. he slid his hand over the back of yours, spread fingers eclipsing your own, before reaching over to pluck his pinkie ring off. he held it up for you, between his index finger and thumb. "does it look like it'll fit?"

"hm. i don't know," you said, watching the silver catch in the yellow light of his bedside table, "looks big. do you know your ring size?"

"no." shinsou took your left hand, his fingers encircling your ring finger for a moment, and slid his pinkie ring onto it--too loose. fell right off when you slanted your hand downward. "i don't know how men's sizes transfer to women's, anyway." he retrieved the ring from the folds of his blue-pineappled blanket in your lap and, holding it between his index and thumb again, slid it onto your middle finger (still no), and then your index. it almost stayed on that one, but if you did anything physical, it'd slide off.

it fit on your thumb. shinsou laughed through his nose--you felt the abrupt shake in his chest as he did so. "interesting," he said near your temple, nose pressed into your hair, "my fingers are so much thicker than yours."

scoffing, you spread your fingers as wide as they could go, and you flipped shinsou's hand over to press your palm against his. "yeah, well. i don't have to hold a capture weapon, like you do. you need all this real estate," you said, tapping your fingers on his playfully, "you also need some goddamn moisturiser, because i can fucking tell where you normally hold your capture weapon. it leaves indents in your palm."

shinsou took a deep breath, chest rising and falling behind you. with his free hand, he pulled you closer by the waist, and he closed his legs more snugly around yours--keeping you near, squeezing you tightly. though you couldn't see his face, you felt his mouth against the cartilege of your ear, lips curved inward, as if he's holding something back.

shinsou shifts his fingers a little to the right, and they interlace with yours, closing in on your hand like an oyster clamping down around a pearl.

[cantgetworsethanthistbh]

Do you think the Stan handwriting thing was Ford consciously broconning tf out and imagining all the times Bill was flirting with him as Stan instead or is he just that down bad for his own brother he does it unintentionally?

BROCONNING TF OUT IDJRHFUEHDUEHEUEBE anon i hope youre ready for me to steal that that is soooo fucking funny holy shit. god its sooo crazy what those implications are arent they

short answer: no its subconcious because thats what makes the most sense and its funny as fuck to imagine that ford has no idea hes emotionally cucking bill whenever he writes his words in stan's handwriting, and even funnier that bill DOES know ford is emotionally cucking him and is mad as HELL about it.

long answer:

now im a very very firm believer that ford is HIGHLY aware of his love (platonic) for stan. he knows he does. he will always love his brother even when hes angry at him and he's very aware of that. this answer is gonna take some elements from canon into explaining ford's broconning that makes sense platonically (the intention) and incestiously (the parts that our side loves because holy shit this is so fucking validating for how unintentional it is lmao)

something that points to him copying stans handwriting when he writes bill being unintentional (to me, and my hc) is this. my fave, and what i personally think is the most cesty, quote/s from tbob: Stanley could've made her laugh

on the surface it really doesnt mean anything that reflects deep yearning/pining— at least none that's directed at the character's own sibling. the objective intention of that line is to showcase fords feelings of inadequacy compared to stan when it comes to social situations. its a whole page about how lonely and outcasted he feels, how he can never just be endearing to people, not like stan is, who can literally get people to laugh at his jokes where he just straight up calls them ugly (this is land before swine if you wanna know what im talking about). when HE flirts with a woman, they give him a dirty look and throw drinks at his face, but he bets if STAN did, they would fawn over him. now we all know stan is objectively bad with women, faking confidence and being a "kind of a jerk" to hook them in (darlene) or is just a bumbling mess when he really likes them (lazy susan, before he lost interest). ford doesn't know that tho! ford even in high school has immense faith in stan's ability to land dates, asking for his advice for prom, and here he is, thinking "stanley could have made her laugh." stan even charms their mother, who says he has personality and a free spirit (implying ford doesnt). obviously, this is a man who's jealous he can't be like that.

you know why i always think of it of so incesty tho? this right here, a page before ford's entry seen above:

on its own "i had what he always wanted— charisma" is related to what i mentioned above, about fords seemingly wishing he was able to be a part of social crowds more than he's willing to admit. but think about it, REALLY think about it.

b*llford is canon. bill has what ford always wanted. bill is charismatic. ford is attracted to bill. ford is attracted to charisma. stan is, in fords eyes, extremely charismatic.

(slight tangent here cuz i love yapping: its sooooo incesty, in the most unintentional way ever. i love it. god bless stanford "freud's free real estate" pines. a lot of us base a shit ton of the parallels stan and bill have on the fact they both use sixer and are lying conmen. and thats true enough. but this was always my go to thinking of how much accidental romance coding to me. its like how a manga would make one couple canon, then use a very similar scene to subtly confirm another couple.

stories are not like real life, where some things are just coincidence. a narrative is a narrative and if you put that in your story you better be ready for people to interpret it their own way. im not under any delusions as to the actual canon, but dear god do the stars just align perfectly for a little brother on brother action in every new GF installment that comes out its difficult to not take my brain out of that direction, especially since its more interesting and more logical lmao)

SO onto actually answering your question cuz ive stalled enough: do i think ford is purposefully broconning tf out when he writes his and bills flirting in his and his brothers hand writing or is it unintentional? my assesment is no! the guy has no idea his love of charisma isn't purely the desire to have it for himself— he has no idea he's attracted to it as a trait towards a romantic partner because he only belatedly understood bill's flirting when drunk! he was broconning tf out and bill's charisma subconciously reminds him of stan, but would ford actually be self aware enough to know he's attracted to bill because he reminds him of stan? ford is more likely to say he's attracted to bill because bill is an all powerful dream demon who helps him achieve his dreams and "values ford on the same level" (he doesnt), and not because of the traits bill shares with his brother udrjdhdhdyd (and i'm someone who always writes and interprets ford as the first to fall in love and is very aware of his romantic and sexual feelings towards his twin).

ford is very, very intent in hiding his feelings about stanley in general when he knows the proof of them exists. he constantly feels the need to hide pictures of stan, thoughts of him in code, literally has to turn his back when he tells stan to take the journal and go far, far away (expecting stan to just take the journal and leave and prevent himself from watching stan walk away again). he'll draw the stan o war and stan himself on his journal then scratch them out or straight up rip the whole page out

whenever cracks of his love for stan genuinely shines through, none of it is intentional. my guy is just extremely down fucking bad and he knows THAT— but i think if he realized on his own he was projecting stan onto his muse, he would have stopped writing bill's words in stan's handwriting all together. but he didn't, so he just kept fucking doing it jdndudjdus

you know who's FULLY aware of the fact ford was getting all giddy about stan and stan-like vibes while he was flirting with bill? the one who's fully aware of how deep ford's broconnisms go??

bill cipher himself

don't let anyone ever gaslight you into thinking bill isnt talking to ford here. oh sure, the "weaker copy of sixer" is referring ford to the 3rd person, and you the reader, are the 2nd person— but thats kind of the thing. tbob from the readers pov doesn't have stan trying to turn you. that person who's actively trying to get you to stop reading the book, actively trying to prevent you from making a deal with bill isn't stanley, but stanford. so literally what other situation bill is talking about where stanley is trying to "you" against him... its like hes not actually talking to you at all lmao

[riverofjazzsims]

Warwick Emerson for AlbaXmas BC hosted by @blvckentropy

Warwick Emerson,46 Adult Occupation: Real Estate Broker Aspiration: Mansion Baron Traits: ambitious, materialistic, nosy, erratic, outgoing

Born and raised in the spice district, Warwick Emerson has some stories he could tell about his youth. His parents owned a small co-op of brownstones that they rented out exclusively to low income single parents or small families with Children. Both Warwick's parents were a byproduct of the foster care system and know what it was like to be bounced around from home to home and had parents that didn't have a stable place to live and raise them.

It was their life's work to make sure children and their parents had a roof over their heads. He loves his parents for their passion, values, and the fantastic if not modest upbringing he and his sister had. Warwick always wanted more, see, though his mom loved her brownstones and the families, he saw his mother plenty of times looking longingly at fancy properties. He even found her dream board of high end homes, decor etc. that she kept on simtrest when he was a young teen. He wanted her to have that and more.

As he got older Warwick realized he love old buildings and architecture, and saw the beauty in those rustic spaces, he also loved those big sprawling homes and secretly watched HGTV.

After high-school Warwick attended classes to obtain his real-estate license and and while he learned the ropes and started working the listings, in an attempt to make a name for himself. He went back to the community college and took several business classes and he slowly built his brand. Fast forward 2 decades later Warwick homes is one of the top tier real-estate firms for high end homes. Running offices out of both Oasis spring and Del Sol Valley

Warwick lives a very comfortable life these days and though money was intentionally tight , his parents were all about savings, as a kid he didn't want for anything and now neither does his parents. Five years ago he was able to retire them and moved them to Tomarang, the place they had always dreamed of living. His co. now manages his parents original brownstones and a few others he purchased through the years. Those properties run under the name Penny P's. Place, after his mom.

Warwick has never been married and though he has enjoyed the company of women throughout his adulthood, no one has really stood out. As his favorite time of year approaches and his family's taking a trip to Mt K. this will be the first Christmas he will be with out his family in years and and its got him feeling retrospective. Maybe its time to build a new brand for himself, one that includes a woman at his side that's willing to be his partner in life , love and family.

Fun Fact: Warwick Tattoo took 3 years to complete as its ink uses real gold and had to be done in small increments to keep it from delivering toxic levels of the mineral into his bloodstream

PRIVATE DOWNLOAD.

[penaltybox-gossip]

https://www.tumblr.com/penaltybox-gossip/773786518111354880/httpswwwtumblrcompenaltybox-gossip7737830660

This take feels a little oversimplified. Yeah, it might seem like a lot of NHL players date models or women with flexible jobs like real estate or design, but it’s not necessarily because they’re avoiding someone “too smart.” It’s more about their crazy lifestyle. These guys are constantly on the road, getting traded, or moving to new cities, so it makes sense they’d go for partners who can adapt to that. A doctor or lawyer can’t exactly drop their career and relocate every time their partner gets traded to another team.

And let’s be real—NHL players aren’t meeting people in hospitals, schools, or accounting firms. They’re mostly meeting people at parties, events, or through the sports and entertainment world. It’s not that they’re purposely avoiding women with “serious” careers; it’s just that they don’t really cross paths with them.

The idea that NHL players are “mid” looks-wise or not smart also feels unfair. These guys are professional athletes—most of them are in incredible shape and are more physically attractive than the average guy walking down the street. Their looks are part of the package. And as for intelligence, it doesn’t always equal having a “serious” career. Trust me, I’m a lawyer, and I’ve met plenty of idiots with “Dr.” in front of their names. These players may not be academic, but they’re disciplined, strategic, and often street-smart—that’s how they’ve managed to reach the top of such a competitive field.

As for the women they date, calling models or realtors “less smart” or implying they’re not opinionated is such a tired stereotype. You can’t judge someone’s intelligence or independence based on their job. Just because they don’t work in traditional “serious” careers doesn’t mean they’re not just as valuable, driven, or capable.

That said, let’s be real here: a traditional “supportive” wife role is easier to fit into the life of a professional athlete. They need someone who can handle the ups and downs of their lifestyle, and you can’t really do that if you’re constantly drained or stressed by your own demanding career. I’m not saying it’s impossible—it’s just way easier if you’ve got a flexible schedule to accommodate his lifestyle.

And of course, there are shallow players out there, but I feel like this is an overreaction. At the end of the day, people date who they connect with. It’s about compatibility, not job titles, and everyone’s relationship dynamic looks different.

^^

[princess-material]

How to Universally be a High Status Symbol Woman?

POV: you’re curious on how to be a High Status Woman ✨. Here’s everything you need to know from Mindset, cars, SHOPPING, MEN, hobbies and so much MORE!

Social media Tip:

In Dubai everything is easy, you can Rent bags, cars and jewellery, don’t believe everything you see x

What WATCHES ✨ to INVEST in:

Rolexes - a Datejust, Daytona, and Submariner are popular choices for women!

Cartier - The Cartier Tank, Panthere, and Santos collections offer elegant timepieces!

Patek Philippe - Calatrava, Nautilus, and Aquanaut models are highly sought after!

Audemars Piguet - Royal Oak and Roval Oak Offshore models, are iconic timepieces!

What HOBBIES ✨ to ENGAGE in:

Travelling - Jet setting to exotic places, luxury resorts and enjoying cool experiences!

Fine dining - indulging in exquisite cuisines and enjoying elegant experiences!

Yachting - cruising on yachts, enjoying the sunset, engaging in water sports!

Spa days - wellness retreats and pampering sessions and FITNESS routines.

Jewellery Collecting - discovery exquisite gems, fine jewellery pieces and luxury watches!

Golf - very relaxing yet sporty. Great way to social network.

Private members club - elite country clubs, members only lounges and private societies!

Personal Development - enhance skills and overall wellbeing.

What CARS ✨ to DRIVE:

Rolls-Royce Phantom - it’s a symbol of luxury and prestige!

Lamborghini Urus - it’s a powerful SUV with a sporty edge, it’s usually a top pick.

Bentley Continental GT -the performance and conforts of this car is popular among the elite!

Mercedes-Maybach S-Class - comfortable, edgy technology and exclusive!

What HIGH STATUS MEN ✨ to MARRY:

“New Money” Guys - Successful men who do ECOM, Copywriting, Digital Marketing Agency, and social media Influencing.

Entrepreneurs - men with established and successful companies. For example… tech entrepreneurs, serial entrepreneurs, lifestyle and corporate entrepreneurs!

Real Estate Developers - men who own construction firms and property investments.

Investment Bankers - men who have an expertise on wealth management!

What CLOTHING ✨ brands to INDULGE in:

Miss Rosier - Elegant and beautiful. I adore this.

Reformation - it’s full of girly, discreet branding, substantial-able and feminine pieces!

Zimmerman - ultra dreamy and sophisticated dresses!

Self portrait - girly, elegant and feminine high end fashion!

Zara - classy yet more affordable and accessible!

Sandro - pretty princess energy.

What QUALITIES ✨ do these WOMEN embody:

They're often confident, sophisticated, and well-mannered with a strong sense of entitlement - AKA they’re used to getting what they want.

But, beneath the glamour and glitz, they're also often intelligent, savvy businesswomen who know how to manage their wealth and investments.

They're not just trophy wives 🥂; they're smart, ambitious, and driven individuals who know how to get what they want.

They're fashionistas who stay on top of the latest trends and aren't afraid to show off their wealth.

PERFUMES ✨ to INVEST in:

Use La Sultane De Saba - self care products.

Yves Saint Laurent Black Opium - vanilla scent.

Maison Francis Kurkdjian Baccarat Rouge 540 - unique blend of saffron, vanilla & amberwood!

Christian Dior Hypnotic Poison - a rich vanilla note that feels alluring and enchanting.

HANDBAGS ✨ to INVEST in:

Hermes Birkin - exclusive investment!

Channel Classic Flap - timeless investment!

Tip: in Dubai you can rent Birkin bags.

[deanhcrt]

& mirror forever ;

Character Name: Joseph Dean Hart II

Nickname: Typically goes by 'Dean', sometimes 'JD' or 'Junior'.

Character Age: 34

Character Birthday: December 14, 1990

Gender & Pronouns: Cis male, He/Him

Sexuality: Homosexual

Time in Reno, Nevada: Native

Occupation: COO at Hart Real Estate Development

Neighborhood: Arrowcreek

Face Claim: Jonathan Bailey

BASICS.

Ethnicity: White

Hair Color: Brown

Eye Color: Blue

Height: 5'10

Education: BS, MBA; UC Berkeley

Languages: English

Relationship Status: Single

Children: None

STATS.

Personality Type:  INFJ

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Positive Traits: Loyal, Ambitious, Determined, Cunning

Negative Traits: Argumentative, Neurotic, Amoral, Jealous

Fears: Failure

FAMILY .

Father: Joseph Hart

Mother: Lainey Hart (nee Decker)

Siblings: Dallas Hart (twin)

QUICK BACKGROUND. (FULL BIO HERE)

tw mention of death, mention of cancer, mention of emotional abuse

Dean is son of Joseph and Lainey Hart, twin to Dallas Hart. Joseph is the CEO of the west coast's largest real estate development firm, and therefore is a Big Deal. Very emotionally distant and had sky high expectations of his kids. Could be very cruel.

Dean has always been desperate for his father’s approval. even more so when he was younger, causing feelings of inadequacy and shame. Put a lot of pressure on himself to be perfect as a result, but always felt like he was in Dallas' shadow.

It was always expected that Dean would take over for Joseph one day, though, so he followed the path laid out for him and went off to school for business. Got his MBA at UC Berkely, came back and immediately started working at his father's company.

Struggled with hiding his sexuality, which led to self-destructive behavior until he couldn't take it anymore. Finally came out to his father, who accepted him without much pomp or circumstance (thankfully). For only the past 5 years has he been living openly.

He's now COO at the company. Recently his father was diagnosed with terminal cancer, so he's dealing with that while also preparing to eventually (soon) take over the reigns as CEO once he passes.

Spoiler: He's Not Handling It Well!!!

HEADCANONS.

Has a hard time getting out of his own way when it comes to dating. Vulnerability is still very difficult to him, and often times he’ll deflect it with an attitude and a razer sharp tongue.

Usually ends the night with a beer and a cigarette.

Four minutes younger than Dallas and she never lets him forget it. They are very close, even despite their competitive nature.

Has a keen sense of style. Very into the whole ‘quiet luxury’ fashion trend. 

Not above bribery or blackmail to get what he wants, especially when it comes to his family and his business.

WANTED CONNECTIONS / QUICK IDEAS.

Friends - he's not the easiest to get along with but if you're willing to put up with his shit usually he'll tolerate you right back!!

Enemies - again, not the easiest to get along with!!!

Exes (female) - Dean discovered he was attracted to men early in on college, but for a long time tried to ignore that attraction and dated women quite a bit before them. Obviously none lasted, we can say it ended on good or bad terms.

Past or present flings/FWB (male) - I don't think Dean has ever been in a long-term relationship with another guy, but he's had his fair share of short-term flings. Would love to explore some past ones and present, different dynamics, etc.

The First - I'm imagining this is the first guy that Dean ever fell for, maybe who made him realize he was gay. At this point he wouldn't have been ready to come out, so that would probably be why this didn't go anywhere, or did and ended badly. This could go so many different ways.

College pals - Dean went to UC Berkeley for his Bachelor's and his MBA, so if your character went there as well or even was in that area of California the same time he was, they could very well have known each other.

Drinking buddies - someone indulge this man, he's buying!

Neighbors - Dean lives in Arrowcreek

Clients of Hart Real Estate Development - anyone working with the firm (building a house, buying land, zoning permits, etc)

Open to anything, there's VERY little I'll say no to!

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Hegseth "has close ties to an Idaho-based Christian nationalist church that aims to turn America into a theocracy."

. . .

"They support taking away the right to vote from most women, barring non-Christians from holding office and criminalizing the LGBTQ+ community," Druzin explains.

What Hegseth does have are connections to the TheoBros, a group of mostly millennial, ultra-conservative men, many of whom proudly call themselves Christian nationalists. Among the tenets of their branch of Protestant Christianity—known as Reformed or Reconstructionist—is the idea that the United States should be subject to biblical law.

. . .

Then there are his tattoos. First is the prominent Jerusalem cross tattoo that Taylor noted is a nod to the Christian crusades, and an important symbol for TheoBros. (Looked at closely, part of the logo of the real estate and investment firm New Founding, owned and operated by several TheoBros, has a kind of a riff on it.) Reconstructionists believe that Christians are called to expand the territory they control—along the lines of the Crusades of the Middle Ages. “It is about building the kingdom of God on earth and in a way that you can actually draw borders and boundaries around it,” Taylor told me.

Hegseth also has a tattoo of the words “Deus Vult” (“God wills it” in Latin); which, writes Taylor, has come to signify the idea for TheoBros that “God mandated Crusaders’ violence.” Because of the extremist nature of his tattoos, Hegseth wasn’t allowed to participate as a guard in Biden’s inauguration.

In 2020, Hegseth turned his obsession with the Christian Crusades into a book, American Crusade. In a piece this week, Media Matters noted that one of its central themes is the destruction of Muslim holy sites in order to reclaim them for Christianity. Hegseth also rails against Muslims’ “well-documented aversion to assimilation.”

Penelope Hegseth, 70, wrote that President-elect Donald Trump’s pick for defense secretary had been mistreating women for years.“On behalf of all the women (and I know it’s many) you have abused in some way, I say… get some help and take an honest look at yourself,” she wrote on April 30, 2018.

“I have no respect for any man that belittles, lies, cheats, sleeps around and uses women for his own power and ego.

“You are that man (and have been for years) and as your mother, it pains me and embarrasses me to say that, but it is the sad, sad truth.”

Hegseth later paid the alleged victim an undisclosed sum to settle a potential civil claim, Parlatore told media outlets.

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